"Everyday I'm with you, it's like my world is upside down. The only thing tying me to it is you. Elena, I don't know how to describe my 愛 for you..." Damon looked into the mirror. It was time. He'd told Elena he loved her, and now he'd tell her once again. This 愛 三角形 couldn't go on any longer, for his forbidden 愛 was dragging him down the path of insanity.
With a regretful glance at his car, Damon knocked on the door. He ruffled the bouquet of red and white バラ in his hand. There was no answer, just Elena’s car parked in the driveway. Something was wrong.
Running like a maniac, vampire speed, Damon charged into Elena’s room, to find her locked at the lips with Stefan. Damon’s head filled with thought: How can Stefan make a million mistakes and still get the girl? Why did I have to fall in love? What am I worth?
“Damon- WAIT!” shouted Elena, but Damon flashed out and all that was left was some roses, scattered along the ground. Elena punched Stefan in the stomach, and wooden bullets dug into his BONES（ボーンズ）-骨は語る- and veins. Stefan had kissed Elena, and needed it as a release from his darkness. He didn’t 愛 her- he wanted Damon to feel pain.
Elena ran through the rain, crying and screaming, getting もっと見る and もっと見る dizzy. “Damon, where are you?” she screamed, and fell unconscious into the mud.
Elena wakes up to Damon’s face. “Is this a dream?” she says.
Damon, his face covered in raindrops and mud, replies: “That depends on where あなた stand. あなた control this- dream または not.” Then Elena leans in, to キッス him passionately on the mouth.
“I like this dream. Damon- Stefan tricked me. I 愛 you. I’ve made up my mind, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past または how I first thought あなた were, I care about our future.” Elena whimpered.
“Elena,” Damon hands her what remains of the bouquet, “This is あなた and me. あなた are the pure, gentle, kind and beautiful white rose- and I am the passionate, angry, needy, extreme red rose. We’re different, too different, and it’s insane we’re together. Though somehow we fit, here in our own bouquet.”
With a regretful glance at his car, Damon knocked on the door. He ruffled the bouquet of red and white バラ in his hand. There was no answer, just Elena’s car parked in the driveway. Something was wrong.
Running like a maniac, vampire speed, Damon charged into Elena’s room, to find her locked at the lips with Stefan. Damon’s head filled with thought: How can Stefan make a million mistakes and still get the girl? Why did I have to fall in love? What am I worth?
“Damon- WAIT!” shouted Elena, but Damon flashed out and all that was left was some roses, scattered along the ground. Elena punched Stefan in the stomach, and wooden bullets dug into his BONES（ボーンズ）-骨は語る- and veins. Stefan had kissed Elena, and needed it as a release from his darkness. He didn’t 愛 her- he wanted Damon to feel pain.
Elena ran through the rain, crying and screaming, getting もっと見る and もっと見る dizzy. “Damon, where are you?” she screamed, and fell unconscious into the mud.
Elena wakes up to Damon’s face. “Is this a dream?” she says.
Damon, his face covered in raindrops and mud, replies: “That depends on where あなた stand. あなた control this- dream または not.” Then Elena leans in, to キッス him passionately on the mouth.
“I like this dream. Damon- Stefan tricked me. I 愛 you. I’ve made up my mind, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past または how I first thought あなた were, I care about our future.” Elena whimpered.
“Elena,” Damon hands her what remains of the bouquet, “This is あなた and me. あなた are the pure, gentle, kind and beautiful white rose- and I am the passionate, angry, needy, extreme red rose. We’re different, too different, and it’s insane we’re together. Though somehow we fit, here in our own bouquet.”
